Before you read this piece (and thank you if you take the time) you must know that this is not a political statement because I support strong immigration laws. That being said, this is about the distinction between nationalism and the heart of an individual. For we are now the indigenous tribe and we object to those who are not here legally. Fair enough. But our history has glorified conquest and I am trying to gain the perspective of one who can read the truth of the past and not make judgments but at the same time not revel in what is wrong. This is a poets view of life; not a lawyers or a Republicans or a Democrats....
Columbus, Balboa, Cortez and Magellan Were they explorers or illegal aliens? In glory today they receive their honor While those who migrate live undercover With guns, cannons and disease The conquerors roamed as they pleased Cloaked in robes and the King James Bible Their preachers blessed their triumphant arrival And what God once spoke to his chosen people Provided a mandate to kill and erect a steeple A book of peace was used to justify genocide As each man believed the words were his guide Encomienda or slavery no matter the etymology The rights of others were disposed of all too easily Where pride has no will to understand the poor The poor will suffer over what pride will ignore Because a savage has no divine right A civilized man can justify his might They say history is written by the winners While the vanquished are labeled as the sinners And while destiny was manifest in further expansion The King extracted resources under threat of sedition And those who once conquered a new land Were suddenly oppressed by their once royal hand And what rights did they avail of themselves That they denied those who preceded their travels? To take from the bankers what was taken from the tribes Was of no consequence as they called upon their scribes To declare a nation unto themselves and forever to be ruled By a new law as they trampled over those they did not include And so the race was on from sea to shining sea As what man became is what man decided to be Writing laws as fast as they sacked those they would rule Their borders were written in ink because they were no fools And when the lock was set in place north southeast and west America became a place they believed God had blessed But who believes in such a tale and who spins this type of yarn? Is it for those who live in fear or for those who fill their barn? For what God of a time that could not contemplate such a land Would forget that a carpenter had already waved his hand? What God would forget the sermon on the mount When the poor walked in bare feet too many to count? As you contemplate these words does it draw forth anger Or remind that we cannot steal the promise of the manger? For whatever God in which you believe remember this well The poor and the oppressed are not the ones reserved for hell You may take your leave of history’s true story of the conquered But as you accuse those standing on the wrong side of the border Know there may come a day where you may be out of favor And then we will know what you believe and who is your savior
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